I do have to say that I'm sorry I don't post as much as I could I am glad that people have seen this fanfic that I am attempting to write. And I don't own anything except for the OC's
When we entered the hobbit hole there were four dwarves raiding a poor hobbit's pantry.
After what seemed for an hour the dwarves started to sing a song
Blunt the knives, bend the forks
Smash the bottles and burn the corks
Chip the glasses and crack the plates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth, tread on the fat
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat
Pour the milk on the pantry floor
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound them up with a thumping pole
When you're finished if they are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
After that refreshing song there were three ominous knocks at the door.
"He's here." Said Gandalf.
"Gandalf, why is this world so messed up that everything scares the daylights out of me?!" I stated/yelled.
"That is for me to know, and you to figure out."
After a dwarf (apparently important) named Thorin Oakinshield, finished his supper they started to speak about a mountain named Erebor and a dragon. I was very confused. Gandalf pulled a key out of his pocket. Why is this world or ,whatever this is, so confusing.